This pitch-black frittata is meant to represent the darkness within (thanks to a bit of black bean sauce for color). My intention here was to appeal to Goth chicks, which is something I spent a lot of time doing in my teens and early twenties by attending Goth/industrial parties at The Bank, Batcave, and Limelight. I wasn’t one to dress like a Dracula, but knew where all the hottest subculture girls hung out. (Hint: Not Sunday hardcore matinees at CBGB.) Anyway, this flavor combination is insane in a good way. Just like most Goth chicks.
PHOTO COURTESY ST. MARTIN’S GRIFFIN
Recipe excerpted from Toss Your Own Salad: The Meatless Cookbook with Burgers, Bolognese, and Balls by Eddie McNamara